Buster zooms around, leaving destruction wherever he goes. Up on a hilltop not too far from the pound, Holly's wicked aunt Katrina Stoneheart sits in her house, becoming irritated at the commotion going on below. She throws a window open and shouts, "Holly! Keep those mangy mutts quiet! We're expecting important company and don't wish to be disturbed!"

Holly who, along with Cooler and Violet, is chasing after Buster, replies, "Yes, Aunty Katrina, ma'am, sir."

Katrina shuts the window. At that very moment, her daughter Brattina walks up to her, carrying Catgut, Katrina's pet, who seemed more like a liquid than a cat. Katrina's two henchmen, Flack and Tubbs, follow close behind.

"Who's coming, Mommie Dearest?" Brattina inquires.

"Investors, Brattina." Katrina says, schemingly rubbing her hands together. "Investors in a scheme to rid us of those Pound Puppies, once and for all."

At that very moment, a limo pulls up to Katrina's house. Catgut meows and points; Katrina hurries over to the window and throws it open.

"It's them!" Katrina observes the chauffer opening the door to the limo and a rich couple stepping out. The husband was elderly; bald with a white mustache that seemed almost too big for his face, wearing a black coat, matching pants, a red bowtie, and a monocle. His wife had curly brown hair stacked high on top of her head and wore a furry white coat that would've made a polar bear jealous, and a purple dress underneath that. Following them closely behind was a little boy with orange hair and thick, black glasses who was reading a book.

"Lord and Lady Belvershire, the third richest couple in the country, and I intend to take them for an absolute fortune!"

"Wow," says Flack, as he and Tubbs look out the next window, "Them's da richest millionaires I ever seen!"

"Wow-wow-wow-wo-o-o-o-w, look at the size of that car!" Howler howls, as he observes the Belvershires making their way up the steps leading to Katrina's door.

"They must be some really important folks." Scrounger notes.

"Yeah," Whopper says. "Like the Mayor of…Milwaukee!"

"Silly," Nose Marie says, "They's obviously classy, high-rollin' types, to whom ah kin relate! Ah could truly appreciate the aristocratic life…" She then proceeds to muse about the possibilities of living in a mansion and owning many fancy, expensive things. "Ahhh…"

"Lord and Lady Belvershire, what a pleasure it is to meet me, ahh, uhm, err, I mean, you." says Katrina, after she's led the Belvershires into her living room.

"Cgbnbjkbn, xzdegnlh, mvxegjbcf, by jove." Lord Belvershire says.

"Ahh, yes, how nice…" Katrina replies. Good Grief, she thinks, while looking at Lord Belvershire's face. What a ridiculous mustache!

Flack turns to Tubbs. "What did he say?"

"Duh, I think he said, 'Cgbnbjkbn, xzdegnlh, mvxegjbcf, by jove.'"

"Ahh, shut up!" Flack snaps, grabbing the end of Tubbs' scarf and flinging it over his mouth.

"And who is this cute widdle boy?" Katrina turns toward the little boy.

"Oh, that's our son, Hubert(snuf). He's quite the young rapscallion(snuf)." Lady Belvershire replies, with a wheezing snort.

"And what sweetie-weetie widdle children's book is widdle Hubie-wubie weading?"

"I'm reading about the molecular structure of deoxyribonucleic acid and its relationship to genetic progression." Hubert replies.

Uhm, whaddaya s'pose dat is?" Flack asks Tubbs.

"Can't say fer sure," Tubbs muses, rubbing his chin. "But judgin' from all da big words an' lack a' pictures ta color, it ain't no book I never read."

"Ye-heh-heh-es, well," Katrina chortles. "Let's get down to business. I'm going to offer you the most exciting investment of the decade: Stoneheart Estates, the condos of the future." she exclaims, whipping out a condo display with a flourish and setting it down on the table. She then dashes over to the TV set and pulls a DVD out of her pocket. "I think this commercial I've made says it all." Katrina says, as she puts it into the DVD player and presses the "play" button. An image of Brattina dancing in a patriotic uniform comes on the screen. Brattina sings(to the tune of, appropriately enough, "Yankee Doodle"),

"Katrina Stoneheart needs your cash,

She really needs your money,

She's gonna build Stoneheart Estates,

So, give her all your money!

Katrina's face appears at the lower right-hand corner of the screen. "Hi, friends. Katrina Stoneheart here, asking you to write a check now. Yes, help us get rid of that ugly dog pound, and put up some beautiful, expensive condos instead. And all it takes is money. Your money!"

Flack turns to Katrina. "Eh, why did she rhyme 'money' with 'money?"

"Well, because nothing rhymes with 'money,' Honey."

"Really? Well, dat's funny…" says Tubbs.

Little did Katrina know that the dogs, along with Holly, had been watching her every move via the monitor in their underground surveillance room. "So, that's her plan! She's going to shut down the pound and put up condos!" Holly says.

"Not if we can help it," Cooler says. He turns to Buster. "Come with us, Buster, your tornado maneuver might be just the thing we need."

"Why, soitenly!" replies Buster. Cooler then steps down from his chair and dashes off; Buster follows him close behind.